My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna) novel Chapter 2258

I made my way to the Golden Roof Restaurant and saw Freya by the entrance; she must have been waiting a long time.

As she led me over, she explained, "Here, I got some people to stand guard."

"How sure are you that it's drugs?" I asked softly, clutching onto my last shred of hope. God's favorites, Evan and Hendrix, should never have gotten themselves caught up with the nasty stuff.

"On a scale of one to ten, I'd say nine." Freya sighed woefully, not wanting to say a word more.

At the end of the corridor on the first floor, two tall and brawny bodyguards were stationed outside the room's entrance, their intimidating faces were like an invisible barrier warding people off.

Freya paused by the door and asked one of the bodyguards, "Did anything happen?"

"Everything is normal," the bodyguard answered.

"Good." Freya nodded. "Open the door."

"Got it," the bodyguard responded respectfully, took out the key, and unlocked the additional safety lock on the door, before pushing the door open.

We entered the room to find it empty.

Freya exchanged glances with me and guessed that he might be hiding. "Might be in the bathroom."

As she spoke, she pushed the bathroom door open, but there was nothing. There was a pried-open hole in the ceiling, which originally held the exhaust fan. It was big enough for an adult man to pass through.

The situation was extremely clear, he had made a run for it.

Freya was upset. "Gosh, I won't even eat him, why would he run?"

I looked at the distance between the exhaust fan and the floor. Though there was a chair, it would still take a lot of energy to climb up. Freya had said that Evan had been injected with drugs, so his body probably was drained and lacking strength. Even so, he'd still wrung out every last bit of his energy to climb up.

"Yes." I nodded affirmatively but felt guilty again. "Evan got into trouble in the afternoon. It'll still be too late even if I go now. But I have to go."

Freya paused for a moment and then nodded slightly to show her understanding. She then asked, "What I meant was, Hendrix will come over later. Don't you want to meet him before you go?"

"Why is he coming over?" I asked.

"I informed him," Freya explained, "Evan is one of his men. How could he not show up when something has happened?"

As soon as she finished speaking, there were the sound of footsteps by the door, followed by the voice of the security guard: "Mr. Roberts!"

Upon hearing the voice, I looked over and saw Hendrix walking in with an expressionless face.

He was not even surprised to see me here. He calmly dragged his gaze across the room, and not seeing Evan, he looked in our direction and opened his lips. "Where is he?"